Pump Fake

Dead pan, its the same damn plan
The same one I’ve been working on
I don’t wanna plan for you to not understand
How the hell did you get it so wrong?

It’s gone well, it’s gone bad
It’s a lot of give and take, whatever you call that… Bad luck

Yeah sure, that’s fine
You can say it that way
I’d kill a man for a penny a play

The way things are going
It sure is showing
That things are getting worse

Lost mind, it’s a little unnerving
Long way from where I want to go
Thirty five without a purpose or direction
I think I owe everyone a fucking explanation

Broke down, throw the whole thing out
No one’s going home with cash

I assure you, I swear, we’re gonna get there
They don’t know I that think we can’t… We do

It’s gone well, it’s gone bad
It’s a lot of give and take, whatever you call that

Yeah sure, that’s fine
You can say it that way
I’d kill a man for thirty thousand plays

The way things are going
It sure is showing
That things are getting worse

Lost mind, it’s a little unnerving
Long way from where I want to go
Thirty five without a purpose or direction
I think I owe everyone a fucking explanation

It’s like living a double life
If I can’t commodify art then I can’t survive

Lost mind, it’s a little unnerving
Long way from where I want to go
Thirty five without a purpose or direction
I think I owe everyone a fucking explanation

Lost mind, it’s a little unnerving
Long way from where I want to go
Thirty five without a purpose or direction
I think I owe everyone a fucking explanation